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#44 Ford Anglia

The crashing of his footsteps was sending creatures in every direction, fleeing for their lives or be crushed as he moved through the forest.

“Out of the way, out of the way!” he yelled as a few Thestrals gathered to see him, thinking that Hagrid might be bringing them a dead cow or some roosters for a treat.

Finally he came upon the thing that he’d been searching for. “How in the dickens did you git here?” he asked, as if expecting an answer from it. It wasn’t until he noticed a broken off spider’s leg dangling from the back door window that Hagrid realized what he was looking at.

“Oh, dear, you must be that Ford Anglia that Harry and Ron used to get to school.” The car growled at these words of recognition.

“Now, don’t go taking that tone with me,” Hagrid cautioned.
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